笨小笨No Idea’s Original歌词由Nas演唱，出自专辑《The Essential Nas》，下面是《No Idea’s Original》完整版歌词！
No Idea’s Original歌词完整版
No Idea's Original - Nas
Uhh uhh
Uhhh uhhh uhhh
No idea's original there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material
Women and large paper
That means you inferior not major
No idea's original there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material
Women and large paper
That means you inferior not major
If niggaz could look inside my mind you'll find
Where bodies are buried first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center enter with caution past the braincell graveyard
Where w**d's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness the horrific the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power it thrills women kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings d**e dealers 'caine
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables Benetton the Gods buildin
Ask for today's mathematics we Allah's children
And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-o
We coincide we in the same life maybe a time difference
On a different coast but we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world might be like colors and gangs
While on my side brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling stripped for your chain the same story
From Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin with tats on they back violent wars
Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms eagles and flags American style
While in our world the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin for paint chips don't want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child the bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway";
That's been a minute
Genesis is deep my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist
I'll never leave the streets it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens wide awake why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous
Or even try to do the same things like
Somebody's always watchin my life
Before I walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction it's like God or guns
Which is better protection Can't decide that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison the chains bamboozled
Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin"
